"Open your fucking mouth!" the sensually cruel Mistress Persephone demanded, shoving Her precious toes deep into my gaping mouth. "Lick them clean, it's punishment time," She ordered, alternating between slapping my face and forcing Her sexy feet deep down my throat. My cheeks stung from Her leather gloves, adding to the intense sensations as I orally worshipped Her sweet toes and ankles.
Outside, the sounds of late evening traffic were barely audible, while inside I was seated across from a drop-dead gorgeous woman who was attired in a dramatic leather dress, vintage stockings and garter belt. Persephone had both legs raised up, resting Her nylon-clad feet on my shoulders when She wasn't force-feeding them to me. I was wearing only a black G-string with the initial P stitched in purple in front, and Mistress Persephone was torturing my cock with Her sharp 2" talons while subjecting me to lascivious foot submission. How did I find myself in this wonderfully perverse scene, licking and sucking on the pretty feet of a professional dominatrix in an elegantly furnished room in New York City's premier BDSM dungeon?
LUST AT FIRST SIGHT
I first learned about Mistress Persephone in a Leg Sex magazine profile last October in which the legendary dominatrix of the leg community described Her leg and footwear fetishes. Persephone revealed how certain slaves enjoyed worshipping Her by tasting, kissing, and massaging Her feet and how She enjoyed having Her legs licked and stroked. She also pointed out that the nerve endings in Her feet were exquisitely sensitive. For the Leg Goddess Persephone, having Her toes licked like a piece of candy, with a warm and silky tongue slipped between the toe cleavage, could be an orgasmic ecstasy.
I was overcome with lust after reading this, and the photos were outrageous, especially of the Leg Goddess using Her feet to masturbate Her slave. Subsequently, a recurring theme of my nocturnal visions was of gorgeous Persephone slipping a nylon over my slave cock and masturbating me to a blinding orgasm.
The pictorial also displayed Mistress Persephone's exotic shoe and boot collection that lined the wall of Her apartment. It thrilled me to no end since I love high heels and spiked shoes. I could only imagine servicing this incredible Goddess since we lived a continent apart, but on a whim I contacted Her, and to my surprise Mistress Persephone agreed to meet me during Her stay in NYC.
The first session I ever had with the self-styled Goddess of the Fetish Underworld was an extended pedicure session. It was a thrill being allowed to massage and pamper Persephone's feet, and when I finished painting Her lovely peds She let me kiss and suck on Her toes before kicking me out the door of Her hotel. Since then I had a few other sessions "in the flesh" and served Persephone via email.
Every month I sent a token of stockings to show garterboy's keen interest in his Mistresses gorgeous legs and purchased several fetish videos of Her to sate my lust. Nothing could replace the real thing though, so it was a fetish dream come true when Mistress Persephone relocated to New York City this summer—now garterboy could serve Her in person!
PUT TO THE TEST
It was during a scorching summer afternoon back in late August when the events leading up to this particular erotic evening first began. While reading a fetish magazine an advertisement caught my eye: "A Grand Fetish Event Celebrating and Honoring Feet of the Goddess" read the copy. Immediately garterboy's interest rose. As a submissive with many fetishes, I am always looking for new and innovative ways to please the imaginative and beautiful Dominatrix Mistress Persephone. Reading about the Romance of The Foot fetish event at Club Hellfire, I knew that it would be a special opportunity to please Persephone and gratify some of my kinky urges as well. The festivities were to be hosted by the Baroness and Madame Maya and promised an evening devoted to foot kissing and toe sucking—just what garterboy tasted for!
When I asked Mistress Persephone if I could escort Her to the event, She issued me a challenge first to prove my worthiness: I had to spit shine Her extensive collection of spiked heels and leather boots using just my tongue. Only if She could see Herself in the reflection would Mistress Persephone agree to the special session. Persephone can be a taskmistress at times, but I welcomed the chance to prove my loyalty and devotion.
Now I was dared to perform for the Fetish Queen so that I could attend the Club Hellfire event with Her. Two days later I was on my hands and knees in Mistress Persephone's closet, shining a black patent 6" court pump with my tongue and getting more and more aroused as the leather glistened from my polishing. My Mistress would be back soon to check my work soon, and I did not want to disappoint Her. Her sexy boots were already shiny as a mirror, and now I was concentrating on Her sandals and spiked heels. There was a decadent array of styles and materials: ankle-straps, 6" d'Orsays, platforms, skyscraper heels and pencil-thin spikes, with patent, sequins, suede, and snakeskin, all of which were eventually moistened by my lips.
Surrounded by Persephone's costumes of corsets, PVC wear, lingerie, girdles, latex dresses, leather, and silk, and breathing in the dazzling smell of Her shoes and nylons I was incredibly aroused, and I had a difficult time restraining myself from jacking off. There would be hell to pay if I shirked my duties, though, so I concentrated on the shoes. My tongue and lips were sore from all the licking, but it was well worth the effort. I was intent on pleasing Persephone and attending the fetish event, so I ignored the swelling in my crotch and kept shining.
I finished the last pair of skyscraper heels just as I heard the front door open. Mistress Persephone came into the room and announced, "Slave, I'm home, and those shoes and boots had better be sparkling, otherwise I'm going to spank your ass with one of them."
Bowing before Persephone, I showed Her my handiwork. I lifted shoe after shoe up to Her face so She could check Her lovely reflection. Finally, after seeing Herself mirrored in the last pair Persephone remarked, "Slave, you've done a fine job shining, and you may escort Me to the Romance of The Foot event tomorrow evening. Now I command you to go home and give that tongue a rest because I'm going to put it to good use."
With that Persephone pushed me out of Her apartment, and I made my way home to prepare for the event. Secretly I wished She had spanked my ass anyway since I was so stimulated from being in Her closet. It was a privilege to lick Her boots, though, and I was ecstatic that She found my work satisfactory. I anticipated a debauched session with the Hellcat in High Heels and hoped that I would be rewarded for my efforts.
DRESSED TO THRILL
The following evening when I knocked on the door to Mistress Persephone's apartment I was carrying the special gifts I had for my Mistress and the black patent train kit that contained pedicure tools. Dressed only in a silk robe, Persephone showed me in and ordered me on the floor to kiss and smell Her feet.
As a prelude to dressing Her I was to give Persephone a perverted pedicure. Kneeling in front of Her, I took one foot into my hand to begin the special treatment while the teasing Goddess put Her other foot in my lap and poked, squeezed, and prodded my growing erection. I buffed and painted Her lovely feet and completed my work by dusting them with Kama Sutra honey dust, which gave Persephone's glowing skin an even greater shine and fragrance.
Then I assisted Mistress Persephone in getting ready for the event. She had chosen both a dress and undergarments that garterboy had presented Her as tokens previously, making me swell with pride. First, I helped Persephone shimmy into a vintage black girdle with matching pointy bra. Then garterboy got a big thrill by sliding antique seamed stockings up Her lovely legs. Attaching the garters I was at the point of cumming, it was so exciting. Nest, I laced Persephone into a floor-length lace back black leather dress. It was a perfect fit, and She looked poured into the leather. The plunging neckline showed off Her amazing breasts, while the high slit flashed Her sexy thighs and garters.
With Her long jet-black hair Mistress Persephone was a vision of beauty, and I kneeled to offer her the gift that would complete the outfit. She opened the wrapped box to find a pair of black 6" spiked-heel open-toed platforms. "Why, garterboy, you've chosen well, so now you can help Me put these on." Down on the floor again I eased Her nylon-clad feet into the fetish shoes, inhaling the fresh leather, and nylon. She pressed down on my crotch with the sharp heel of the new shoes, driving me out of my mind with pleasure.